ORANGE. Yet another photograph that I didn't even have to do anything to in photoshop because of its burst of color. I did crop out the background because I thought his arms framed the picture. The curvature of the left arm draws your eye around the photograph...down the left arm and up the finger tips, it then ricoshays off the white wall back to his turban. It's a debate whether his piercing glance is the focal point, or his orange turban. Regardless it makes for a striking pose.

This Sikh was hanging out at the Sun Temple. He called me into his little temple room and dotted my forehead with some kind of orange paint. Not sure the relevance? But I did feel more pure after it happened. Too bad I sweated it off in like 2 minutes.